1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


    Date: 8/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hypnotic ocean blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she does not hide with the tight sweaters she usually wears, and long luscious legs that are always showed off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake. I got out with a mutter, “Thank you,” and sat down in my front row seat. I didn’t know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take a glimpse of my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right as the looks came often enough that it could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was a voice of a minority, I tuned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to listen to her lecture. Just before the bell was to ring she gave us a brief assignment; Miss Morgan explained, “We are all a minority in some way. Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family situations, and some of you may be insecure about something.” She paused before finishing, “So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage, but deep in message, about being a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to find how you are a minority in this class, ...
    this school, this city, this country or this world.” Someone asked how long and she said, “This is poetry, the length is irrelevant, write until the message shines through. You are dismissed.” She sat on top of her desk and watched as we got ready to leave. She then said, “Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?” “Sure, Miss Morgan,” I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she may discover. As the class dispersed, she said, “I would like you to write about this whole PomPom situation.” “Excuse me?” I asked confused. “Well, you are a minority of one. I don’t think any grade 12 has ever been a PomPom before, have they?” “I don’t think so,” I responded. “Well then, it is done,” she said and stood up and went to her desk. “Thanks Miss Morgan,” I said politely and began to leave. As I was at the door I looked back, and she was still watching me. So unlike me, I gave her a wink and a smile; she instantly put her head down, but I was now pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl curious. After I left, I was instantly confronted by Karen who said, “Miss Morgan was so into you.” I blushed and said, “She did seem to be checking me out.” “Checking you out? She wanted to have you for supper,” Karen announced. “Well that may be extreme,” I said. “We may just have to have you seduce her,” Karen concluded as we headed for the gym. Others quickly joined us, so the conversation would have to wait. The next two hours were insane. I had never put ...
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